The stinging dance of shadow and sun
cast the memories of the past into a haunting light.
Hope, hate, fear and dreams intermingle
Somewhere in the far reaches of the darkness voices call
just outside the circle of light
fleeting glimpses of half remembered thoughts dance
The timeless moon in timeless thought
watches as ghosts of the future battle for our souls,
victors and vanquished one and the same.
My heart cries in remembrance,
my soul flooded with pain.
The mind twisted with the unknowing of dreams.
The darkness creeps closer as the nightmares win the battle;
as I am enshrouded in memories of the past.
I grasp for the one thing that keeps me grounded.